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calibrate - verb 1. to determine, check,
or rectify the graduation of any instrument
giving measurements; 2. to divide or mark
the gradations, graduations or other indexes
of degree or quantity as on a measuring cup;
3. to plan or devise something carefully as
to have precise use.
micrometer - noun 1. any of various devices
for measuring minute distances, angles,
etc. as in connection with a telescope
or microscope. 2. Also called “mike” or
micrometer caliper, a precision instrument
with a spindle moved by a finely threaded
screw, for the measurement of thickness
and short lengths, commonly used by
machinists. 3. Also (noun) – one millionth
of a meter.
The calibration of my spiritual progress
currently appears as if it would best be
measured by an instrument my big brother
used as a tool and die maker - a micrometer,
a gauge used to measure the minutest
distances – as small as one millionth
of a meter.
I remember, as an eight-year-old,
marveling at my then eighteen-year-old
brother’s tools and the accompanying
stories of exact mathematical based
measurement, and the associated risks
of destroying the metal creations being
prepared for our national defense,
or some other worthy and significant
applications.
Lately, my spiritual quest has left me
feeling somewhat hemmed in, as if
I have gone as far as possible: stymied,
constantly going to the same door and
trying to open it, with no luck. Of course,
this has happened before, and I have
always found a way to move forward,
usually finding a helpful paradigm for
my future efforts in the process.
It was not until I received the meditation
guidance below, titled The Box, that
I could visualize the issues behind
my impasse – I am stuck in a sort
of a conceptual box, one which is not
going to budge with the use of standard
tools, such as meditation, prayer, and
positive thinking, but will require a more
pertinent reframing, a re-envisioning
of my internal and external experience.
As the note expresses, the very walls
of this box is “self” fabricated, a blend
of my self-image, limited perspective,
and convoluted expectations. So,
as the note also conveys, I will need
to shed these layers of false reality
and - remember.
What I am to “remember” is not yet
clear to me, but I would speculate,
if past experience holds true, it is
a set of personal adjustments that
I will need to incorporate into my life
in order to move onward. As with
all of our spiritual journeys,
the guidance we directly receive as we
progress on our unique path will
usually, be of a specific personal nature,
rather than merely generic.
The note that we have been discussing
is offered below, followed by a prayer
I recorded earlier in this recalibration
process titled Open To Be: a prayer
I feel that may assist those who have
discovered - they, too, may be in a similar,
Self-constructed box – a prayer that may,
hopefully, expand their own self-imposed
confines, while in turn, stretching their
spiritual potential.
THE BOX
The form is formless.
The whole is whole-less.
The pursuit of answers
finds us contained in a box,
hoping to find meaning from
our own confines, yet reaching out,
stretching our imaginations until
we collide with our own boundaries –
we must escape the box: so solidly
reinforced by our own perceptions,
so sure we are of these fragments
pieced together by our worthy
strivings; we assess, we conceptualize,
we theorize, legitimize our stiff walls,
until we let go of false assumptions,
working to broaden the dimensions
of our false reality; stripping our own
self-image, our opinions, our very self –
the self-encountered and expected
by others, the self-crafted by our
limited view – and, as the layers fall,
each in turn, from our shoulders,
we remember.
NOE/POEM BY G. 7.27.2016
OPEN TO BE
Lord, let me stretch
beyond this life, tall, stellar,
prepared to navigate the unseen,
ready to fathom the shards
of conscious awakening
yet to be set in motion, dormant,
but pulsing with potential –
please grace my understanding.
Lord, often these pursuits
leave me wanting,
alone in chilled corridors
languishing, short of breath,
eyes clinched tight, arms flailing
for connection, dragging
my limp spirit over the frozen,
smooth marble of the impenetrable.
Lord, if not me, why not me,
please allow my entry,
know I am alive,
wanting, fully skilled
to walk erect through
the mire of myriad potential,
with mind connected soul
outstretched, open to be.
PRAYER BY G. 7.8.2016
WITH LOVE, G.
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